Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.